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UNITED STATES OF AMERICA. 



HENRY MEYER, 
The Converted Gambler. 



LIFE 

STAKED AT CARDS 



A SKETCH 



OF THE LIFE OF HENRY MEYER 



A CONVERTED GAMBLER 



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PUBLISHED BY THE AUTHOR 
102 Bible House 
New York 



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Copyright, 1895, 

BY 

Henry Meyer. 



PREFACE. 



Early education, family training, and circum- 
stances apparently accidental, are potent influences 
in the formation and molding of character, Yet not 
infrequently an event of seemingly little consequence 
may overturn the best-considered plans for a suc- 
cessful career, and alter the entire tenor of a man's 
life. 

To those who may think that the publication of 
the life of so obscure an individual as myself, and 
one, too, who for so many years has been a social 
pariah, can be productive of neither interest nor 
profit, I would say that the eye of the fly is, in 
many respects, a more interesting study than that 
of the eagle, and the lighthouse of more service to 
humanity than the pyramids. 

The sketch of my life given to the public in these 
pages is solely for the glory of God and for the good 
of my fellow men. It is with deep humiliation that 
the sorrowful facts of my career are given, But I 
desire to magnify the grace and mercy of God, by 
which I was rescued from the perils which were 
threatening my eternal ^overthrow. 

Trusting that the Lord, who has become my sal- 
vation, and whom I now serve, will make this re- 
cital a benefit to many, and especially to the young 
men of our land who may read it, I send it forth, 
humbly invoking God's blessing upon it. 

H. M. 



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©ebicatefc 

To the Young Men of our Country, with the 
prayer that it may be instrumental in preserv- 
ing them from the temptations and dangers 

which have beset my path, and in leading them 
to embrace Christ, who is " The Mighty to save" 
and lead lives of purity and happiness, and in 
the end have everlasting life. 



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LIFE 

STAKED AT CARDS. 



MY EARLY LIFE, EDUCATION, ETC. 

I was born on November 25, 1859, in the 
City of New York, of German parents. My 
father was a prosperous business man, of a 
generous disposition, kind and charitable to 
his neighbors, and a man whose word was as 
good as his bond. My mother loved me ar- 
dently .She was faithful to all her duties as a 
wife and mother, and her tender devotion to 
her children was the controlling impulse of 
her life. Her generous self-sacrifice, and her 
almost unlimited capacity to forgive, no one 
can know so well as her wayward boy, who 
numbers among his most bitter regrets to-day 
the recollection of the years of anxiety and 
grief which he brought upon that precious 
mother, and of the numberless pangs with 
which he wrung that mother's heart. 



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I went to the public school until my 
thirteenth year, and then was sent to Stutt- 
gart, Germany, to be educated for an archi- 
tect. I remained in Germany till my seven- 
teenth year. After coming home I disliked 
the profession for which I had studied, and 
went on the road as a commercial traveler, 
in which capacity I served for five years, and, 
in 1881, I started in the book and stationery 
business for myself ; had a good trade and 
any number of business friends. From my 
business I reaped a handsome profit, and up 
to March 23, 1884, I had not a care upon 
me, and lived a good, honest Christian life. 

MY FIRST GAME OF CARDS ITS EFFECT. 

I received an invitation on March 23 to a 
swell affair, which I attended to my sorrow. 
I did not then, however, have any thought of 
danger, for I thought I was transplanted to 
another world, a world of real joy. While at 
the social gathering a number of games were 
proposed — the first one introduced being Pro- 
gressive Euchre, the winner to receive a prize, 
and the game was made much more interest- 
ing by ladies taking part in it. 

From that night's engagement dates my ruin, 
I became so infatuated with the cards, and 

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Exterior of Monte Carlo. 



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with gaming, that the next day, and many 
days after, I hunted up card tables and gam- 
bling resorts, and at last gave up my business 
for the card table and the gambling-saloon. 
I left this, my native country, for Europe, on 
May 29, 1884, and for nine years was one of 
the most successful gamblers at the tables of 
chance. 

VISITING OTHER GAMBLING RESORTS. 

The first gambling resort I visited was Monte 
Carlo. The famous Casino crowns the slope 
of Monte Carlo, and contains the gambling 
rooms, concert hall, and theatre. Nature fur- 
nished the beautiful site on which stands the 
Casino; man's ingenuity added the adorn- 
ments — both together making one of the most 
beautiful spots on earth. The interior of this 
famous gambling den is enchanting; a temple 
dedicated to fashion, fortune, and flirtation 
requires a pen more graphic than mine to 
depict. 

To see the look of eager interest on the 
faces of the participants and the general air 
of fascination for them, is, while to be re- 
gretted, not a matter for much maudlin 
sympathy on the part of non-participants. 
Every man who knows enough to earn suf- 
ficient money to pay the expense of reaching 



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this spot, must know that the percentage of 
chance against him is certain to eventually 
win all his money. 

You will see men running to the tables 
from the bank — for the Casino contains a reg- 
ular banking institution — where they have 
been to have drafts cashed. How earnest 
they are, and how anxious to get to the table 
before the ball drops, considering the few 
minutes as lost during which they had no 
stake on the table. The only way to visit 
this place satisfactorily is to decide upon 
how much you wish to lose — lose it you will 
— and when lost leave the place. There is no 
sense in trying to get even ; you cannot do it. 
The Casino company will gladly pay the 
expenses out of the principality of Monaco 
to any one who has lost his all at the tables, 
as it is cheaper than to have another suicide 
on their hands. 

Guards constantly patrol the terraces and 
grounds watching for intending suicides, and 
yet there are from 100 to 125 suicides every 
year. The guard's first duty on finding a 
body is to put some money in the pockets. 
If Monaco and Monte Carlo were cleansed of 
this blot, they would be among the most 
alluring resorts of the world. 



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Connected with the Casino is a spacious 
and richly-adorned theatre, in which an or- 
chestra of about eighty instruments furnishes, 
each afternoon and evening, as fine music as 
can be heard in Europe. These entertain- 
ments are free, and are always crowded. 

After leaving Monte Carlo, I visited every 
gambling resort of note in the German Em- 
pire, such as Ems, Wiesbaden, Baden-Baden, 
Homburg and many others, extending my 
tour to other parts of the Continent. I 
visited France, Spain, Hungary, Austria, and 
Turkey. In those nine years of my gambling 
career, I knew not what defeat was, never 
losing a game, and when I now sometimes 
think over it, it seems to me that Satan must 
have been my partner. 

MY BROTHER LEAVES HOME. 

In the year 1885 my brother was fitted out 
in the same style as myself. That good 
and kind mother made up another trunk for 
her other boy, who was to go to Heidel- 
berg to be educated. Imagine a broken- 
hearted mother who was mourning over her 
first-born who had gone astray, now fitting 
out her other boy for a future so full of dark- 
ness and sorrow. She put one thing after 



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another in the trunk, with many a tear for 
home memories. Last of all, she gave her 
boy a mother's blessing, with advice, entreat- 
ing him not to go the downward path, as his 
brother had done; not to forget to pray, and 
to go to church regularly, to which promises 
were made by him, but not kept. But my 
day of sorrow came, as you already know, if 
you have read my short story in the Christian 
Herald of June 20, 1894, or in the New York 
Recorder of December 17, 1894. 

LIFE STAKED AT CARDS. 

I ought, perhaps, here to say, that the 
gambler in high life should not be com- 
pared with the sharp or dive-gambler. You 
will find among this class those who are 
well educated and refined, and with big 
hearts, who will see no man or woman want. 

I know of instances in my own gambling 
life, and of others, where they have restored 
that which the husband had lost, and more 
with it. Let me give one case. I well recol- 
lect the last day of September, 1889, in the 
city of Pesth, Hungary, where I played with a 
titled gentleman, who was determined to ruin 
me at all hazards. 



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The Stakes were "My Life against his 
Wealth," But I came out this time, as always, 
the winner of that man's entire fortune, es- 
tate, and all he had. His wife came to me on 
the next day, asking me to leave them their 
home and estate. While in conversation with 
the lady I found out from her that her husband 
was not in the regular habit of gambling, but 
he had set his mind on destroying me for the 
ruin I had caused very many others. 

Had I lost, my lot would have been to blow 
my brains out at the command of the winner. 
So, after hearing her story, I asked her to 
take oath never to give her husband any 
money for gambling purposes, and I would 
restore to her all that I had won from him. 
This promise she made and kept, and the les- 
son has taken all the gambling disposition 
out of him. 

March 22, 1893, I was about leaving 
Homburg, Europe's notorious gambling 
resort, when a young man came up to 
me and introduced himself to me with 
the frank remark "that I had been pointed 
out to him the previous day as the card-fiend 
of phenomenal luck, and he had felt a desire 
to test my power for himself. " I accepted the 
challenge, and an appointment was made for 



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the next day, under the condition that the 
game was to continue until one or the other 
was broke. My luck was the same as that to 
which I was accustomed. I always won, but 
I never kept my winnings long. Racing and 
betting and the lavish generosity to friends 
soon stripped me of my booty. On that day, 
the stakes all came my way. My opponent 
was piqued, and, when all his money was 
gone, went out and borrowed more ; that, 
too, was lost, and my winnings that after- 
noon amounted to 60,000 marks (about 
$14,000). When his last mark was gone, he 
rose from the table without a word and went 
into the garden. I waited to see if he would 
return. As I still sat at the table, I heard a 
pistol shot. Instinctively I realized what had 
happened. I ran into the garden and there, 
on the turf, lay the young man with whom I 
had been playing, shot by his own hand. 
Horror-stricken that the man should have 
committed suicide, I loosened his clothing, in 
the hope that it might not be death, but only 
a swoon from which he might recover. As I 
threw back the man's coat and vest, some 
papers fell from an inner pocket, among 
which was a lady's photograph. I looked 
at it, and, to my amazement and horror, 



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recognized it as the portrait of my own 
mother. Turning to the letters that were 
with the portrait, I found that they were 
addressed to my younger brother, whom 
I had not seen since we were boys together. 
One searching look at the face, now placid in 
death, was sufficient. In spite of the marks 
of years, I knew that the dead face was the 
face of my brother. 

Realizing to the full as I looked at that 
dead body the awful nature of the business in 
which I was engaged, I raised my hand toward 
heaven and vowed that, God helping me, I 
would never touch a card again as long as I 
lived. I returned to the room where my win- 
nings still lay, and took from them enough to 
repay what my brother had borrowed and to 
pay my own fare back to America, and left 
the remainder there. It seemed to me to be 
the price of my brother's blood, and I recoiled 
from the touch of it. 

I sent a telegram to my parents, who were 
then stopping in Stuttgart, Germany, inform- 
ing them of my brother's death, and asking 
them to join me at once. They lost no time 
in coming. I went to the station to meet them 
and to explain how all had happened ; but they 
gave me no time to say much. In their agony 



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and sorrow they repulsed me, saying that I had 
killed their boy and murdered my brother. On 
the next day my brother was taken to his last 
resting place. Those who attended the burial 
will never forget the scene. Before the 
second spade of earth was dropped in the 
grave my mother gave one heart-rending 
shriek, and was taken away from the open 
grave of her boy bereft of her reason. 

I have only this to say, that God's hand was 
in the matter, for I saw about two-score and 
ten do the same that my brother had done. 
It never had, however, any effect upon me, 
for, as goes the saying among professional 
gamblers, "Death wipes out the debt and 
redeems the honor " 

But in the sight of my parents I still stand 
as my brother's murderer, and I am also held 
accountable for my mother being bereft of 
her reason on the day of my brother's burial, 
March 24, 1893. 

As I look back over my wasted years I often 
think my parents would have done better to 
keep their boys at home, instead of sending 
them among strangers. While at home we 
had a good Christian training in the Luther- 
an faith. We attended Sabbath-school and 
church regularly. 



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After my brother had been gone three years 
my parents left for Europe. I often stopped 
in the same hotel that they did, but never had 
a chance to speak to them, as I was entirely 
discarded by them. Their reason for going 
to Europe was to watch over their other boy ; 
but all their watching did not seem to do him 
any good, for he went the same way that I 
had gone. 

So we made wanderers out of our parents, 
who tried to forget their troubles and sorrow 
by constant change of scene. 

COMING HOME TO AMERICA. 

Without a loving word from father and 
mother, I left Europe the day after my 
brother's burial and came back to Amer- 
ica. I commenced to look for work, but 
did not succeed in finding any for some time. 
My friends would have nothing to do with 
me. They could have given me work or have 
procured some for me; but they spurned the 
gambler. 

Kind reader, let me tell you that, during 
the last winter months, I suffered the utmost 
agony from want that man could suffer. A 
man who had not known what want was from 



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his cradle up, and then being thrown into such 
a position, trying to do right, and being 
spurned from everybody's door, was hard 
indeed. The only position I could find was 
to go on the road and sell whiskey, for which 
I was offered a handsome salary, or go back to 
gambling and run a gambling house for 
others. These offers I refused. This went 
on for eight long months. I had to sell 
everything I had except the clothes on my 
back, and when the proceeds were spent I 
thought the best thing I could do was to blow 
my brains out, as my brother had done, for 
nobody wanted me and work I could not find. 

MY HAPPY CONVERSION. 

In the providence of God I was led one 
morning to the Florence Mission. On Novem- 
ber 23, 1893, I asked Mrs. Wall if she knew 
of anyone to whom I could apply for work. 
She asked me about my condition and I told 
her part of my story. She asked me to kneel 
down with her in prayer, which I did, and 
when we arose she invited me to come to the 
mission that evening, which invitation I ac- 
cepted. As I sat there and listened to the 
different testimonies, I thought my case was 



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hopeless, and that there was no redemption 
for me. Just then a very old verse came to 
my mind : 

"In peace let me resign my breath 
And Thy salvation see ; 
My sins deserve eternal death, 
But Jesus died for me." 

When the invitation was given I arose and 
went forward, and found peace with God at 
the foot of the cross. It seemed then that my 
trials began anew, but by constant prayer 
Jesus helped me to bear them. For thirteen 
nights I walked the streets of New York with- 
out having a place to lay my head. At last, 
through a kind friend in the Florence Mission, 
I obtained a few weeks' work, sweeping the 
streets at one dollar a day. You cannot im- 
agine my happiness over the first dollar I re- 
ceived, and I can truly say it was honestly 
earned. 

I am happy to say that God has wonder- 
fully kept me from the day of my conversion 
till now. I sometimes find a little work here 
and there, and I know and trust that God will 
yet place me in the right position. 

In the latter part of December, 1893, I 
connected myself, as a probationer, with the 



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Allen Memorial Methodist Episcopal Church, 
of which Rev. W. Hamilton was pastor. After 
a time I took my certificate to the Seventh 
Street Church, of which Rev. James V. 
Saunders, D.D., is pastor, and about two 
months ago I was received into full member- 
ship. I am very happy in my Church relations, 
and hope to continue faithful, and to be led 
out in paths of usefulness. 

TEMPTATIONS AND TRIALS. 

Last May I had almost gone back to my 
old life, not as a player, but to take charge 
of a gambling room c God, however, was 
surely watching over me. If I had had any 
kind of work, nothing on this wide earth 
could have tempted me, but I could get 
nothing to do. 

Had it not been for Miss M. E. Upham, 
whom I met on that day, I should have most 
likely returned to my evil course. I was 
drawn to a meeting held in Calvary Baptist 
Church, by the Salvation Army. I knelt 
down beside Sister Upham, and there made a 
complete surrender to God. A few days af- 
ter that I had a few weeks' work at the 
Broome Street Tabernacle, doing some writ- 



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ing for Rev. C. H. Tindall. After that, Mr. 
O'Connor, of Christ Mission, gave me some 
writing to do, and I shall never forget Mr. 
O'Connor's kindness, for, on the evening I 
left him, he said that there was always a 
place at his table for me. So God has on all 
sides raised up friends for me. Here is an 
incident I wish to mention. I went into a 
gentleman's office, one day last June, asking 
him to buy one of Mr. Quinn's books, i 1 Fools 
of Fortune," but instead of buying a book he 
thought he would give me some good advice. 

After I had told him my story, and what 
temptations I had had, he finally said : " I do 
not think it wrong for you to take the offer 
made you in the gambling house. If you 
cannot get anything else to do take it, for no- 
body else seems willing to give you work, and 
you cannot starve. They do not want the 
book, and by the time you have made enough 
money you can give it up again, and no one 
will be the wiser." 

Praise God that I did not take his advice! 
The Lord has kept me through all my troubles 
and trials, and is still keeping me, and I can 
go about telling how good He is to me. From 
the day I was converted in the Florence Mis- 
sion I have not missed one evening in going 



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to some mission or church and telling what 
my Saviour has done for me. Quite frequently 
Brother William Nesbitt, the preaching po- 
liceman, asks me to go with him to the meet- 
ing which he conducts. 

Ostracized from all friends, God has raised 
a host of others for me, and among them is 
Mr. John Hebron, Evangelist, who has taught 
me much of God's Word. 

PRACTICAL REFLECTIONS ON GAMBLING. 

Gambling is a kind of action by which 
pleasure is obtained at the cost of pain 
to another. It affords no equivalent to 
the general good. The happiness of the 
winner implies the misery of the loser. The 
thinker and the worker add to the general 
fund of happiness and wealth. Food for 
the mind and for the body are both neces- 
sities. Art, music, literature, contribute 
much to the people's wealth. The merchant 
is as useful as the manufacturer or the far- 
mer; he who relates supply to need, as he 
who furnishes supply. But the gambler 
neither makes nor ministers to the public 
good. He creates nothing ; relates nothing ; 
he is a parasite on the body-politic, a bacillus 



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in the blood of the people, bringing fever 
and threatening death. 

Gambling is widespread; at sociables, in 
the home and in business. Children, women 
and men are possessed with the spirit of 
gambling. The children match pennies and 
throw dice. In social life, the pack of cards is 
more used than the prayer-book or the Bible ; 
and in business speculations it runs high. 
The grab-bag in the Church, progressive 
euchre in the home, and margins in trade, 
keep men and women in a fever of excite- 
ment. The generality of people throughout 
the world are of the opinion that gamblers 
are the worst people on the face of the earth. 
They are wrong, for I tell you there is ten 
times more rascality among men outside of 
the class they call gamblers, than there is 
inside of it. Persons that the generality of 
people class as gamblers, are only those who 
play at games of chance with cards. 

What are the members of the Board of 
Trade but gamblers ? The Board of Trade is 
just as much a gambling house as a faro 
bank. Do not the members put up their 
(and oftentimes other people's) money, on 
puts, calls, margins, and futures ? Do not 
some poor people have to wait a long time in 



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the " future " before they get back the money- 
some rascal has put up and lost ? Talk 
about the morality of gamblers! They are 
not swindlers, and I never heard of one who 
ever served a term in the penitentiary, or 
was arrested for embezzling money. 

There is, in every large community, a class 
of professional gamblers — men who fatten on 
the follies of their fellows; men who, in defi- 
ance of law, by all sorts of lying devices, rob 
the unwary and trap the innocent. The gam- 
blers are a class by themselves — social out- 
casts, financial pirates — and, with a political 
pull, they manage those who govern. 

Appealing to the love of chance, they be- 
witch the foolish — with an abundance of 
money, they defy justice. Outlawed by leg- 
islation, ostracized by social leaders, branded 
by the Church, the gamblers drain the life- 
blood, ruin the honor and damn the souls of 
their innumerable victims. Lastly, the gam- 
bler is a thief; not that he steals, but he plays 
for and wins that which does not belong to 
him. And he is a murderer, too, as he drives 
those to suicide who lose their all. Gambling 
makes more widows and orphans than any 
other vice, unless it be strong drink. 



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GAMES AT HOME. 

Cards are played in very many homes for 
pastime, but little dreaming that they are sow- 
ing the seed of destruction. Imagine a mother 
sitting down with her boy and girl to a so- 
called social game of progressive euchre, which 
is nothing but gambling straight-out ; and the 
house that has gambling in it has no piety. 
Let that boy become a gambler, or the girl go 
astray, the mother will be the first one that 
will close her door to him or her; and yet she 
was the one that sowed the seed, and 
this is the harvest she gathers. Mothers, take 
warning — beware! Come, fellow gambler, 
turn you toward God! He comes more 
than half-way, and what He has done for me 
He will do for you the moment you accept 
Jesus; and in His name ask for help. Not 
only help to overcome our vices is given, but 
free salvation and eternal life are the priceless 
gifts through the blood of Jesus, free to all, 
however low they may have fallen. Think 
well what your position is at this moment. 
Satan is fast carrying you on to hell to share 
his everlasting torments ; but the strong arm 
of Jesus is stretched out to you. Lay hold on 
it at once with all your might, for to-morrow 



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it may be out of your reach, and you will be 
lost forever. 

PERILS OF YOUNG MEN. 

To rescue young men from the evils of 
gambling is the work to which I now, by 
God's help, devote my life. Night after night 
I have lingered about the doors of the uptown 
clubs and saloons in New York City in which 
gambling is carried on, to give a word of warn- 
ing to those exposed to these evils. Many 
young men who have been thus approached, 
whose confidence I have won by giving 
them good advice, before the night had grown 
very old, have listened to the story of my gam- 
bling life, and under its influence have given 
me a promise never to touch cards again. 

It is with the hope that those who have not 
already entered upon this course may be de- 
terred from entering upon it, and that those 
who may have already tasted the fleeting 
pleasures of this unhealthy excitement may 
be induced to pause before it is too late, that 
the writer has made this, his frank confession 
of his own follies, and his gratitude to God 
for deliverance. 

I have heard men in all stations of life say 
they had never been led into temptation. If 



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they have not felt temptation, it is because 
they have not tried to do right. A man 
chained and hoppled, as long as he lies quietly 
does not test the power of that which holds 
him down ; but when he rises up and resolves 
to snap the chain and break the hopple, then 
he finds the power of the iron. And there 
are men and women who have been for many 
years bound hand and foot by evil habits, who 
have never felt the power of the chain because 
they have never tried to break it. 

It is very easy to go on down with the 
stream, but just turn around and try to go 
against the wind and tide, and you will find it 
a different matter. As long as we go down 
the current of our evil habit we seem to get 
along quite smoothly; but if we turn around 
and head the other way, toward Christ and 
pardon and heaven, then how we have to lay 
to the oars ! 

Temptation you will have of one kind or 
another. Not one person escapes. Satan 
needs not to tempt his own, for he has them 
in his grasp ; but it is God's children who have 
these temptations, and the great enemy has a 
grappling hook just fitted for them. 

Ask the aged Christian whether he is never 
assaulted by the powers of darkness. If you 



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think you have conquered the power of temp- 
tation you are very much mistaken. 

But by constant prayer we will be enabled 
to overcome temptation, for God knows our 
weakness, as well as the strength of the enemy. 
He will not permit one of His children to fall 
if they trust in His love, and we can all have 
that victory by being dead unto the world and 
alive unto God. 



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